I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Chapter 326 I'm Waiting for Someone

Wen Ye thought of the architectural style of Xueming Palace that he had often seen recently.

Not caring about the Flying Pearl that was vibrating in his arms just now, he fell into a brief silence.

Given Yan Ping's nature of killing any demon cultivator he saw, he never thought that the new Demon Lord might be Yan Ping.

But now, this possibility seems quite high.

Wen Ye controlled his numb body and raised his head, his eyes following Yan Ping beside him.

Yan Ping was obviously lost in some thought, standing aside without moving. When he noticed his gaze, he just tilted his head slightly and looked at him with his blue eyes.

There was undisguised strangeness and confusion in his eyes.

Wen Ye felt a tightness in his chest. The intense emotions he had when he saw Yan Ping subsided over time, and some of the discomfort that had been temporarily concealed gradually surfaced in his heart.

Why did Yan Ping react so strangely when he called him senior?

Why did Yan Ping look at him with such a strange look?

Why did Yan Ping react to Nuan Ling as if he hadn't seen her for a long time?

Also, why did Yan Ping not have any other reaction to his appearance here?

Wen Ye stared at Yan Ping, an incredible thought came to his mind, and the numbness and stiffness that had been relieved swept through his body again.

The flesh on his heart felt as if it was being cut by a knife. His stiff hand suddenly grabbed Yan Ping's wrist with great force, yet very lightly.

Wen Ye's hands were shaking, he just looked at Yan Ping, a huge and painful wave rose in his dark eyes at that moment.

Yan Ping's thoughts were interrupted. He looked down at the young man who was pulling his trembling hand with great force.

He frowned slightly, he was not used to people touching him, but he looked at the young man's current appearance.

That handsome face had completely lost its color at some point, his lips were tightly clenched together, and only those dark pupils were trembling slightly, staring at him intently.

Yan Ping paused for a moment, but did not pull his hand away. He just kept this posture and probed his spiritual power into the young man's body to see what was going on.

To his surprise, the spiritual power in the young man's body did not resist his entry at all.

Although his spiritual power could directly suppress those spiritual powers, this kind of trust without resistance made Yan Ping feel a little strange.

But everything was normal inside this young man's body, and his spiritual energy was flowing smoothly.

Yan Ping frowned, his eyes narrowed, "What on earth is going on with you?"

Wen Ye looked at Yan Ping's actions, closed his eyes, and forced himself to suppress the sudden surge of emotions. He relaxed his tightly clenched hands.

He opened his lips, but no sound came out. Wen Ye tried his best to control his throat and barely made a sound that sounded like he was choking and extremely hoarse.

"I am fine."

"I'm really fine."

Yan Ping looked at his pale face, shaking hands, and uncontrollable body. These did not look like he was alright at all.

The way he speaks now is no different from those stubborn demon cultivators.

A feeling of anxiety rose up in Yan Ping's heart. He just felt strange and extremely uncomfortable. His eyes suddenly turned cold. He just stared at the young man and his voice became cold.

"Health is the most important thing. Let me ask you again, are you okay?"

Wen Ye thought about that possibility. He looked at the coldness and anxiety in Yan Ping's eyes. The emotions that were on the verge of bursting suddenly broke through the precarious barrier at this moment.

The control of the body returned to consciousness. By the time Wen Ye reacted, he had already hugged Yan Ping. Tears filled his eyelashes and rolled down silently.

He heard him trembling and choking, "I'm in pain. My heart hurts, especially in my chest."

"I've been waiting for someone for a long time, but he never came to see me. I'm very scared."

"I'm afraid something might happen to him and he won't be able to come back."

"I want to see him, very much."

Yan Ping stood still when he was suddenly hugged. He could have dodged it, but after looking at the emotions in the young man's eyes, he finally did not dodge away.

He felt the warmth and wetness on his shoulder and the warm hands on his waist, and his body became extremely stiff.

He listened to the low, hoarse sound of sobbing beside him, and a strange and awkward emotion filled his heart.

He didn't understand, and without past memories, he couldn't connect the dots.

But Yan Ping knew that the young man was very sad, and his emotions were suppressed to the point of going crazy.

He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say, and finally he raised his hand and patted the young man on the back.

The warm and wet feeling on the side of my shoulder became stronger, and my hands holding him were very tight.

It was clearly just their first meeting, but Yan Ping liked him very much, much better than those ugly demon cultivators in the Demon Realm, and his patience with him increased a lot.

Since he is so sad because of the person who broke the promise, it is not impossible for me to provide him with an outlet to vent his emotions.

Yan Ping could not empathize with the young man's pain and just patted his back from time to time.

By the way, he thought about his first encounter at the tea stall and realized that the person the young man was waiting for should not be him.

Who can remain motionless and calm when seeing the person they have been thinking about day and night and waiting for is right in front of them?

Moreover, he was the one who took the initiative to walk over, and the young man never came close to him at all. At most, he just sent a warm bell.

Later, he will be able to help the young man find the person he is waiting for. He looks so pitiful.

The sob from his shoulder only lasted for a short while. After a while, Yan Ping saw the young man slowly loosen his hand and take a step back.

The tear marks on her face were gone, but there was a slight red tint around her eye sockets. Her eyes, which were once as dark as deep pools, now looked like black gems washed by rain.

Very bright and very beautiful.

Suitable for digging and collecting.

Yan Ping stared at those eyes and for the first time felt a desire to get something. He moved his fingers, but finally gave up with regret.

It wouldn't look so good if it was really dug out.

The young man in front of him took another step back, revealing his slender figure like a green bamboo.

Yan Ping noticed something strange at this time, and he stared at the hair of the young man in front of him.

He had been sitting inconspicuously before, and just now he was crying on his shoulder. Now he stood further away and straight.

Yan Ping just realized that this young man was quite tall, probably taller than him. He narrowed his eyes.

Wen Ye calmed down and got up from Yan Ping's shoulder. He now knew why Yan Ping never came back to find him.

He just forgot.

Because he forgot, he stayed in the Demon Realm. Even though he hated the existence of demon cultivators the most, he still became the Demon Lord.

No wonder the streets are filled with the heads of evil cultivators.

Wen Ye's uncontrollable emotions just now poured out. At this moment, he had a long-lost sense of relief, and a long-lost light appeared in his eyes.

He found Yan Ping, and Yan Ping was now in front of him.

He kept following Yan Ping's gaze, and he noticed that Yan Ping was always looking at the top of his head.

It was at this time that Wen Ye felt something strange.

The angle from which he looked at Yan Ping now was different from before, it was a little higher. He narrowed his eyes at Yan Ping and suddenly realized something as if by inspiration.